Ted Hughes is probably most famous for being the longest-lived member of the marriage between himself and Sylvia Plath. I first knew him as the author of the source material for Pete Townshend’s 1989 musical, Iron Man. I then knew him as my favorite writer of hawk poems.
Here is a letter he wrote to his doomed son:
“…And in fact, that child is the only real thing in them. It’s their humanity, their real individuality, the one that can’t understand why it was born and that knows it will have to die, in no matter how crowded a place, quite on its own. That’s the carrier of all the living qualities. It’s the centre of all the possible magic and revelation…”
And the full letter can be found here.